Rock Hard Forgiveness ON HOLD, CURRENTLY ABANDONED

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Rock Hard Forgiveness

Prologue, See You Soon:

Forgiving is hard, hard as a rock; especally when you have to forgive someone for murdering your older brother, the brother that fed and clothed you when no one else would. My brother did a lot of wrong in his life, but that doesn’t change who he was to me; the guy who shot him did it out of self-defense…because he pulled a gun on him first. I never got to see the man who killed him, I heard he was young—a teen, wrong place and wrong time I guess. Michael died trying to prevent getting caught from the police, he was in the drug business, and he was so stressed—it’s the only reason he pulled a gun on that guy.

Hopefully someday I can learn to forgive, but something will have to take the pain away first.

I sighed gazing out the window of my old apartment, thinking about my brother Michael and his funeral today. My heart was hurting without him there, and I wondered how I was going to make it. Our parents died in a drunk-driving- accident three years ago, we was left with noting…and now he’s dead and I’m left with nothing.

I decided to just get some sleep, try rather, since his death I haven’t been able to sleep at all. I lied down on my bed and covered myself with a few sheets. I slowly closed my eyes and went off to sleep. Sometime during my sleep the room began to get hot, but I was too tired to care; so I just kicked off the covers and tried to go back to sleep.

Suddenly I started coughing heavily, but I couldn’t bring myself out of sleep; I felt a thick fog in the room and it began getting hotter and hotter, I even felt myself sweating. That was when I finally opened my eyes, the room was on fire. I heard loud sirens outside, it sounded like fire-trucks.  How was I going to get out? Fire was flaming everywhere and I couldn’t see anything. What was I do to even if I would make it out alive? No place to live, no money…and most of all no big brother— maybe it is better to die?

I began scrambling and crying out: “Help!” But it was a complete smoke screen; I tried getting to a safer spot in the room or find a window to escape through, but instead I fell and burnt myself badly. The burning refused to stop, it was aching, throbbing and even bleeding I think—whatever it was doing it was hurting really bad.

Some of the smoke cleared and I could see my window, as I started toward it part of the roof collapsed from above, blocking my only way out. “Help! Please!” I screamed for countless minutes, seeming like hours—obviously getting me nowhere. I looked up and the roof was about to collapse again, I tried to find my bed to take cover under it but it was too late,

“See you soon big brother.” I shut my eyes and braced myself for what was about to happen next.

I was too late.